Ch. 12. Dates and Goodbyes. [Part Two]

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Ch. 12. Dates and Goodbyes. [Part Two]

Harry sat at the end of my bed in the morning. It was about nine in the morning and I was tired, staying up with Niall all night doing nothing was fun, but then we just drank sugar and we ate sweets. I’m surprised I hadn’t thrown up. But Harry just sat there and looked at me, his blue beanie pulling back his hair; I’m surprised he kept his curls, he always told me he wanted to cut them off and I threatened him not to. Then after a while of him continuing to tell me I told him that it’s his choice, but not to cut all of it off and he said, “of course not! I love having hair, but sometimes I just want to cut them off because they’re so annoying.” I just laughed, my hair wasn’t the curliest, in fact it wasn’t curly at all, but I didn’t bother too much with it, so I let it be. “Are you fully awake now?” He asked with a small smile on his mouth. I nodded even though I wasn’t completely awake, “What do you want to do today?” He asked, I shrugged. I thought he had something planned. But I guess he didn’t and neither did I; I was supposed to go along to whatever he wanted to do. “Let’s make this day about food.” He smiled widely, “because I know all of your favorite restaurants and we could just keep it simple.”

So I got dressed, I was wearing simple light colored pair of jeans with an oversized knitted cream colored sweater with my black vans and one of Zayn’s jackets. It was his army one and it fit me pretty big but not too big; it’s weird explaining it but if I do say so I looked pretty good. But I got out of the bathroom and Harry and I jumped into his car and we began going to where ever he wanted to take me first. We ended up going to iHop and we had a very nice waitress, she was older than we’d expect, but I thought she was absolutely lovely. Harry and I just stared at each other; his green eyes on mine, green with small specks of yellow in them and sometimes they’ll look blue with grey spots in them. But now they were green with yellow specks and he was pressing his lips together and his dimple was poking into his cheek with made me crack a small smile but I tried my best to hold my composure. I watched as Harry’s eyes dilated and my cheeks began to burn; and then at the same time we both gave up with laughter and I threw my napkin, “you’re such a dork.” I laughed. Harry just shrugged and ask who was my week going, “went amazing, except I didn’t enjoy the fact that Liam and Zayn bought me plane tickets. I still don’t know how to pay them back for that and it’s really ...” I took a pause realizing Harry wasn’t really paying attention, he was staring down at the table and I could tell that he was day dreaming, “bollocks.” I whispered and that’s when I stopped speaking for a while. I just sat there in silence letting Harry go along with his day dream and waiting for the food to come. When the food did come Harry apologized and we just ate in silence, because I didn’t want to speak and I don’t think I have anything else to say really. The waitress was what made me smile and speak when she came over she asked how everything was and then she told us to have a lovely day; something about her was so adorable and we just left, but I left her a secret tip that Harry didn’t really have to know about.

Harry and I then went to a local park, and we just sat waiting for the swings; I wanted to go on but not if there was a bunch of kids that want to go. I’ll let them have their fun first before I get on and never want to get off. So we just sat there watching all these little kids enjoying their little lives, they don’t really have anything to worry about. They don’t have a best friend who’s this big pop-star and they’re dating some other music sensation and then your best friend tells you they love you but for some reason they can’t even listen to the conversation about how your week was. They’re lucky they don’t have this problem; but then again they might have some bigger problems when they’re older and that’s what makes me rethink everything. Harry commented on how quiet I was, so I finally began speaking, “There was... there was a girl who could only live on lemonade, or her parents were really old and rubbish and just kept giving it to her ‘till the point where she couldn't have anything else, or they were really nice, and only gave it to her because they really liked her - I can't decide that bit. She could only live on lemonade; if she didn't have lemonade, she'd die and her parents were gonna die soon too 'cause they had something wrong with them like... their blood was blue or something like that... and she had a brother but he was really stupid, so no one really cared about him, they just wanted their little girl to live. The only trouble is... no one thought about her brother... she was in a bottle. He was on his own, and no one thought about him... they just left him. So he sat by her, her brother. He sat by her in the bottle and 'cause lemonade helped her eye sight she could see him really clearly through the sides, even though the glass was... as think as a skull. And 'cause it was the countryside, there was nothing for him to eat, nothing for him to buy... and he was starving, and she could see that... and there was no one looking after him, and 'cause he was a bit stupid he couldn't really look after himself, and it kept on raining, so he was getting a bit rusty.  She was having an amazing time in the lemonade but, she knew she had to help him... so she swam to the surface, but she couldn't get out - it was too far away, this bottle was too big. She knew she had to do something, he was getting worse and worse, and he was really hungry and thirsty, and he started eating grass and puking up all the time. So she tried to think of some plan for it, all she knew is that he needed her with him. All she could do was watch him puke his guts up on the other side of the glass. Something I can't get properly ... she knew... she started to drink. She drank and she drank and she drank... and this was a lot of lemonade... enough to last until she died. 'Cause her parents wanted her to live for ages, but she drank... every last drop, until she was in an empty bottle, but that was no good - she still couldn't get out. But that was okay, because she just waited until she had a big one stored up... 'Cause she drank all the pop, - she drank all the lemonade - she started to fart.” Harry and I giggled softly, “It was slow at first, but then it was really loud and hard, and she blew her way out of the bottle, straight through the top like a rocket. Then she stopped her brother eating grass, and they went and found a nice little house to live in together, her and her brother. And it turned out that drinking all that lemonade had cured her, 'cause she never wanted it again... She had orange for the rest of her life...”

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